Since Liu Xueyuan's war diary was serialized, newsboys all over the country have become local darlings, and they no longer have to run around the streets to sell newspapers, shouting loudly that today's newspaper is really good, and they don't even have to shout loudly about the anti-Japanese front like they did on the first and second days.

As soon as they appeared with satchels, they would be surrounded by people, and hundreds of newspapers would be snatched up, so fast that the newsboys would not have time to count the money, but often there were only more and not less.

It can be said that the war in northern China has made the media industry on fire, comparable to the Internet in later generations.

Even the people at the very bottom, who could not afford newspapers, gathered around those who had newspapers and listened to them read about the news from the front. The battle was going well ahead, they cheered, and the soldiers at the front suffered heavy casualties, and they wept.

There has never been such a war, which affects the hearts of 40,000 people, and in their hearts, the small Luo Wenyu battlefield is a national war.

Because there is an army of miracles that have brought them victory after victory, and they are looking forward to miracles every day. Everyone has dreams, and the poor Chinese people are no exception, in addition to needing to fill their bellies, what they most desire is to hear the news of the attack on the Japanese invaders on the front line.

That sense of substitution is no different from the dream of a counterattack after eighty years.

However, after today's newspaper came out, the familiar cheers were gone, and everyone's faces were unusually heavy.

The outskirts of the city of Beijing.

A middle-aged man who had just finished carrying a stack of big bags and wearing only a short coat in the cold spring breeze, with beads of sweat flowing freely along his sturdy muscles, was holding a hard bun and squatting on the edge of the steps with a big bowl of cold water, and was eating happily, when he suddenly saw the steward wearing a coat and a small hat hurriedly walking in front of him.

Hurriedly got up and put the steamed bun and water to his side, wiped his hand on his body, a smile appeared on his face, and he stepped forward and asked, "Manager Zhang, I don't know what is written in today's newspaper?" Can you tell us about it? ”

A few strong laborers around also cast their eyes, although not as eager as this strong man, but they also pricked up their ears, obviously, they were also concerned.

"Do your job well after eating, the war ahead has something to do with you." Steward Zhang unexpectedly said to the strong man who came over to greet him with a smile on his face.

The strong man looked stunned, but he still didn't move away, and continued to smile humbly on his face: "Don't, Steward Zhang, don't say that, if our brothers hear that the devil fights well, they will also have energy to work, right?" Guys, don't you say? ”

A few strong laborers around are pounding garlic, helping their buddies at the same time, but also expressing their willingness to listen to the newspaper, Reporter Liu's story is so wonderful that if you don't listen to the news of killing devils every day, you can't do your job.

"Hey, it's not good news today!" Steward Zhang sighed, "Forget it, since you want to hear it, let's read it to you!" After listening to it, hurry up and do your work, you have loaded, but you don't dare to be sloppy with the supplies to be sent to the front line. ”

The strong man who said this tightened, and his eyes showed even more urgency: "What about then?" Steward Zhang, hurry up and read. ”

"I don't know where you come every day, listen up." Steward Zhang picked up the newspaper in his hand, glanced left and right, and hurriedly moved a bamboo chair with his eyes, sat down, and began to read.

Today is the 8th day of Luo Wenyu's battle, and the sky is very gloomy, just like my heart.

Yes, on this night, I would like to tell you an unfortunate news. Just today, the Japanese invaders, who had not been able to attack for a long time, brazenly used poison gas bombs, and one after another shells exploded on our army's positions, but instead of firelight and huge shock waves, they were filled in terrible clouds of yellow smoke, and the entire Luo Wenyu battle line, which was nearly 10 miles wide, was shrouded in smoke by the poisonous gas used by the Japanese invaders who violated the laws of international warfare in the face of the world's condemnation.

Deep trenches and buried tunnels can help keep the guns of the Japanese at bay, but they can't stop the pervasive poisonous gases. The smell of poisonous gas, I only inhaled one puff and felt that I was about to die, and the feeling of vomiting so much that I could almost vomit out all my internal organs made people feel that it was better to die as soon as possible.

If it weren't for Regiment Commander Liu's plan, everyone must carry a towel and a water bottle with them, and cover their mouths and noses with a towel soaked in water at a critical moment, and thousands of soldiers of our army would not have been spared.

Even so, under the surprise of the situation, our army still suffered heavy casualties, and the specific casualty figures cannot be detailed because they are military secrets, but the third battalion of the 288th Regiment of the 288th Army Headquarters of our Black Pot Peak has almost lost its combat effectiveness, and hundreds of officers and soldiers have died at the hands of the Japanese invaders.

We don't have to condemn the frenzied Japanese criminals, they don't deserve to accept the word condemnation at all, what can answer them is still the steel gun in the hands of all the officers and men of my army, just like what Commander Liu Lang said, but if there is still one person still breathing, he will never take half a step back.

Commander Liu Lang did the same.

After firing the poison gas, the Japanese invaders wore gas masks and rushed to the position, this was the third time in these eight days that they rushed to the position, the first two times because our army had more weapons of close defense than the Japanese invaders, and the fighters of the independent regiment were also more heroic, and the Japanese invaders were repulsed before they could gain a firm foothold.

But this time, we can't even breathe, and who can tell us what to do in the face of such a situation?

Commander Liu Lang rushed out, with his guard platoon, rushed out of the headquarters, rushed out of the tunnel, and rushed to the top of the mountain.

He only has a bayonet in his hand, and his face is covered with a moist white cloth, if it were usual, I would definitely make a joke, very much like a bandit who robs a house! But at this time, I could only fold my hands and pray for his smooth return.

Unable to breathe smoothly, how could he fight the Japanese invaders wearing gas masks? Congenitally, the Japanese invaders occupy advantageous conditions.

However, as Regiment Commander Liu said, it is always people who determine the victory of the war, not anything else.

Not only Luo Wenyu's main pass, but also the Japanese army's large-scale attack was the entire defense line.

For the first time, there was no fierce gunfire on the entire Luo Wenyu front, and there was only the piercing sound of metal grinding between blades, as well as the sound of tooth-aching blades breaking through the human body.

That kind of almost eerie calm recorded the largest white-knuckle battle in the entire Great Wall defense line, and it was also the most tragic.

Seeing that Regiment Commander Liu Lang was taking the lead, the soldiers on the position all jumped up and fought with the Japanese invaders, and even, at least half of the soldiers tore off the towels covering their faces, just to breathe smoothly, so as to accumulate all the strength of their bodies to insert the bayonets on the guns into the enemy's chest.

This is undoubtedly a thrilling white-knuckle battle, protected by several soldiers, watching from afar, I only hate me as a woman, I can't follow behind Commander Liu Lang to kill the enemy, I can only use the pen in my hand to record the heroic figures of the soldiers.

I saw the young soldier who had coldly killed twelve Japanese soldiers on the first night, but when he returned, he hugged the body of the squad leader and cried like a child, he was very handsome, and if he was in the city, he should be the ideal husband for everyone.

And in this cruel scene, he is more like a lone wolf, I saw with my own eyes, two enemies pounced on him from left to right, but he did not dodge, and forced his shoulder to bear the stab of a bayonet, the snow bright 38 bayonet dripping blood on his back and shining cold, but he pierced the throat of another Japanese prisoner with the military thorn in his right hand, and then turned the butt of the gun and smashed the head of the Japanese prisoner wearing a gas mask and reluctant to let go of the rifle in his hand.

In normal times, I would be disgusted by the sight of raw meat, but at this moment, I actually felt that the red skull, mixed with white and black, was the most beautiful flower for the brave soldiers.

I also saw a lieutenant who didn't have a rank on his shoulder, but I heard the soldiers call him company commander, and he was a very kind man, and although I hadn't interviewed him, he smiled kindly at everyone, and I even sensed that he had peeked at me, peeking at my chest as he passed me.

There is nothing to be shy about, if time can be turned back, I am even willing to marry him so that he can see enough, because how young he is!